After I Died, the Obsessive Young Marquis Wouldn't Leave Me Alone

After Yun Yao died, she became a lonely wandering spirit.

She had committed no great sins in life.

She only needed to gather one full brazier of incense ash to earn enough merit to be reborn.

She had neither friends nor family.

All she could do was rely on kind passersby to offer her incense now and then.

It took half a year to collect not even half a jar.

One day, Yun Yao was sleeping soundly

when she suddenly heard a sharp crack in front of her tombstone.

She floated out to take a look and was so furious her ghostly form nearly faded away.

Someone had kicked over her incense brazier, scattering all the ash!

And the culprit was none other than her sworn enemy in life:

He Lanting, the young heir of the Yong'an Marquis household!

Yun Yao was livid. That very night, she entered his dream,

planning to scare him and teach him a lesson.

She deliberately let her hair hang loose and floated in front of He Lanting.

"Re~pay~me~for~my~brazier!"

He Lanting stared at her for a long while before asking hoarsely,

"Yun Yao?"

Not long afterward, He Lanting brought her a new incense brazier

and offered her three whole sticks of incense.

Quite pleased, Yun Yao entered his dream again.

"From now on, offer me incense every day. Got it?"

He Lanting watched her quietly without saying a word.

That night, an irresistible force summoned Yun Yao.

She emerged from the ethereal clouds of smoke, completely bewildered.

She turned around and met He Lanting's deep, dark eyes.

Oh, no. He Lanting had summoned her spirit!

From then on, Yun Yao was trapped by He Lanting's side, unable to float more than five steps away.

Even when she was alive, she couldn't beat him.

Now that she was dead, she had it even worse.

He Lanting investigated murder cases

and sent her to the underworld to ask the victims who had killed them.

Her payment: three sticks of incense.

He Lanting missed the dead

and sent her to deliver messages to his deceased friends.

Her payment: five sticks of incense.

For the pitifully small amount of incense ash,

Yun Yao swallowed her pride and became his personal maid.

One day, He Lanting suddenly asked,

"Is there any way for me to touch you?"

Yun Yao couldn't take it anymore.

"What, do you want me to serve you tea, rub your back, and massage your legs too?!"

He Lanting glanced at her.

Not just that.

The day Yun Yao finally gathered enough incense ash, she went to say goodbye to He Lanting.

He Lanting wished her a good next life and hoped she'd be born with a cleverer head.

Yun Yao glared at him, hugged her brazier, and vanished on the spot.

He Lanting cursed her under his breath for being so ungrateful, then turned and walked into a secret chamber.

He casually slit his wrist and stepped into an altar drenched in blood.

His cool eyes gradually grew dark and unfathomable.

Who says the dead cannot return to life?

He was going to make it happen.

A sweet romance!

Theme: If you never forget, there will surely be an answer.